Chapter 1
Jon Monroe awoke with a start and blinked into a dazzling ball of light. The sun, burning overhead, bronzed his skin and induced a drenching sweat. The sand magnified the temperature, and not even the intermittent breeze offered relief.
His revival did not stem from blistering heat, but rather the unshakable impression of being watched.
He glanced at the lounging chair beside him. Spread across its webbing were the luscious curves of Vanessa Storm. A stunning redhead in her late twenties, she wore a scant bikini-minus the top-that revealed the goods. Sunglasses shielded her eyes, but he recalled their vivid emerald hue with a grin. A straw hat afforded her shade and permitted her to comfortably nap. Jon couldn't ogle enough the large, round tits and their rosy nipples, or the waist that he could easily encircle with his hands.
No, it wasn't his mouth-watering companion forwarding that notion. Peering across, he panned the crashing surf and shimmering beach that ran to an embankment. At the crest of the hill, he spotted a lone figure surveying him with binoculars.
Jon quietly sprang to his feet, landing with a soft thump that did not disturb Vanessa. Her even breathing prevailed.
He climbed the grassy slope and obtained a better glimpse at his onlooker. Clad in a white thong stood the most succulent brunette in all creation. Behind her, a red convertible rested on the lawn. Her sassy smile and dark eyes reflected partial amusement at his arrival. Her long, sleek legs were defiantly thrown apart. As he closed the distance, she did not move away.
"I believe this is a private beach," he said, withholding his usual charismatic smile.
"It is?" came her impish retort.
"That would mean you were trespassing."
The babe, a total knockout, mocked his somber tone. "What are you planning to do about it, spank me?"
She appeared the playful sort. "That hadn't crossed my mind. I suppose we've started off on the wrong foot. I'm Jon."
"Hi. I'm Misty."
Jon wrote off Misty as a harmless, precocious creature who stumbled upon him sunbathing. Vanessa's toplessness undoubtedly drew her for a closer look. Misty blatantly discounted the sign down the road, advising travelers that the property ahead was privately owned. He had signed a rental agreement granting him exclusive rights to the beachfront area. A chain link fence and gate would have cluttered the beautiful landscape.
Misty might have been pronounced safe, but not innocent. The gorgeous brunette removed the upper portion of her thong.
"Now that we've gotten past the introductions," she whimsically said, "let's get on with satisfying our mutual curiosities."
The chick, perceivably in her mid-twenties, displayed her tan line-free breasts for him. Though not stacked like Vanessa, she had a great body. The sun clearly kissed every part, bestowing her skin a rich glow. Deliciously thin, she literally struck him as a fucking machine. He had known women of her willowy build to outperform their voluptuous counterparts.
Her dark eyes flashed, interest in him plain. Jon was accustomed to such requests for stud service. Women habitually sought his renowned talents. Eluding time at thirty-six, he seemed eternally youthful. Classically handsome, with fine chiseled features, he had a full crop of light-brown hair and a smooth, muscular body. His choice of a navy-blue thong exhibited his sizable package. Somewhat aroused, his cock began placing demand on the thin material.
Those slender fingers pulled away the bottom piece of her outfit. Misty bared her brown wisps and cunt lips. The contrast of golden flesh and chestnut pubes whet his appetite. He envisioned her hot, clutching moisture.
She floated into his arms. "I've shown you mine," she whispered, brushing his bare chest with her excited nipples, "now let's see yours." Her fingertips danced at the bulge developing in his briefs.
Jon boldly met her grope. The young woman didn't intimidate him in the least. Vanessa, slumbering below, remained oblivious to his seduction. Misty, fluttering, deliberately provoked his growth. "Why don't you take them off for me?" he huskily suggested.
His cockiness was sufficient invitation. She peeled back his waistband and reached inside. His dick had considerably thickened before she grazed it. Her delicate fingers closed around him, then gave a passionate squeeze. He throbbed in her grip. She lowered her dark pupils, then purred. "Mmmmmm. That's quite a boner."
Jon groaned from her massage. She emanated electricity. He felt the charge in the pit of his balls. His cock twitched in her clasp, fiercely erect. The veins projected through his taut skin.
He watched, with a convulsing Adam's apple, as she dragged his thong to his ankles. She tossed it over her discarded garb.
Misty led him to her fire engine-red convertible with a crooked finger. Jon, mesmerized, climbed on top of the seats and joined her. She offered him her nipples. His tongue lightly dashed over them, leaving a trace of saliva. Moaning, she clasped his head and pushed a tit into his mouth. Sucking strongly, he drew upon her until it fully hardened. He teethed that solid nub while darting at its tip. Upon leaving, he wreathed that pink knob in tiny bubbles.
Jon gazed at Misty after she had gone from his mouth. She threw back her head and held her chin high, then revealed the slant of her sensuous lips. Her exhalations were sharp and heavy.
He stuck a finger into her pussy. Those sodden lips easily absorbed him. He delved into her hot, moist layers, encouraged by her throaty sob. His reach visibly thrilled her. He enjoyed the evidence, which seeped from her burning core.
"Yes," she murmured, sliding toward him and further impaling herself. Her juices oiled his digit.
He silenced her with his mouth. Their lips came together, their tongues exploring. He pulled her tightly to his body, taking pleasure from her softness. She gave completely of herself, holding nothing back. Her eagerness made his balls ache.
It wasn't as though he'd been deprived. Vanessa gave him his fill of pussy. They'd fucked that morning after awakening in a tangle of arms and legs. It began as a pleasant greeting that escalated into a hot and sweaty session. Jon never tired of sex.
The slinky brunette obviously had her own agenda. A true gentleman, he lent his assistance where needed. She would not drive off unsatisfied.
His finger spearing the moist pulp between her legs overrode the waves breaking on the shore. During their passionate kiss, she threw a silky thigh over his muscular one. He could differentiate her pussy nectar from the brine in the air. Their mouths fervently joined, their tongues meeting.
Jon regarded her lips very suckable. Their lush rhythm provoked the animal within him. Clasping his cock, she jerked it through her fist. Her thumbing the rim radiated pleasure through his groin. His balls tingled and pre-cum oozed from his tip.
Using his free hand, he fondled her buns. She moaned down his throat at his squeeze, then further drenched his submerged finger. The minx had gotten intensely excited in a short span of time. Her desire wasn't remotely faked.
He disengaged himself from that spongy hole and deposited her on his lap. She moved like fire, her ass never resting. Her tits swung at him, the nipples bullet-hard. She never took her hand off his cock. Aiming the head, she angled herself for simple entry. He thought about licking that sweet pussy before putting his dick into it, but she changed his mind.
She wanted to fuck.
Jon groaned as those moist cunt lips snagged his head. They continued to French, but the sensation of that tight pussy gobbling him eclipsed all else. Possibly because of her thinness, her snatch crushed him. Gyrating her hips, she worked him into her narrow channel. That furious smothering made breathing quite difficult.
Misty, ending their kiss, pulled back. She drew fresh air into her lungs. He studied her pinched features. She swayed in his thighs, grinding herself to his solid base. His balls strained against her quivering butt cheeks. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open. She plainly reveled at having him in her cunt. "Oh, yeah, baby. You're precisely where you belong."
Jon pulled that slim, nude body close while adjusting to that confined space. The young woman panted, reacting to the merest shift. She lodged him deeply in that soaked pussy, jamming him to its innermost section. With a lurch, she anchored herself to his trunk. Enfolded in warm, saturated mush, his dick throbbed.
Misty, grazing him with her nails, rose and fell on him. Her dark eyes flashed, her tongue skimming her lips. She breathed harder, taking in his cock. "Fuck me," she gently moaned. "Oh, yeah."
Her pussy's grip had Jon gasping. She snagged the skin of his dick, continually yanking him, until there wasn't a nerve spared from its wrenching ordeal. Zeroing in on that mound, he watched her brown fluff shake with purpose. Her distinct mouthfuls of him brought a grin. Those cunt lips inched up and down his vein-laden member. He watched them gobble him to the root, then reverse direction. Their pubes meshed, then untangled.
"Take it," he grunted, grabbing her ass and hauling it to his balls. He smashed himself into that slick hole while peering into her eyes. His thickness widely separated her folds. "Take my fucking cock."
Misty probably heard him, but the glassiness of her eyes suggested otherwise. Her tiny sobs sprang when he fully buried himself between those slim legs. He controlled her intake, plowing high into that absorbent snatch. Those soft walls cushioned, then crowded his cock. Grasping her butt cheeks, he lunged into that squishy cunt, trying to fit a little more. She rewarded his efforts with a succession of delighted gasps. At each renewed thrust, those lush lips receded from gritted teeth.
Her tilted head blocked the blazing sun. Sweat oozed from her pores as they toiled to stay connected. The ocean breeze failed to dry their sweltering flesh.
"Mmmmm," she purred, "there's so much, and it feels so good." That rump lifted and dropped on his taut pouch. He savored its velvet consistency. "God, you're like a rock, too."
That butt never halted for a second. She slid up and down him, greasing his shaft. Her secretions, flowing from her core, heavily coated him. She hoarsely exhaled after touching base. The struggle to contain him obviously winded her.
He groped that small, compact ass. She certainly had a great one. It worked hard for his pleasure. He traced the crack with his thumb, pausing at her wrinkled anus before encountering those wet folds. His cock sank within them. He pushed the whole thing into that pussy until he reached the back of it.
"Ride me, baby," he muttered, lost in that hot squish. Misty cast her head back, whipping her dark mane over her shoulders and concentrating on that thriving mass going into her cunt. He noted her smug look as she climbed, then descended his rigid shaft. "Oh, yeah. Ride my cock."
Her tits shook, the nipples pointing. Those nubs had thickened with excitement. He mildly tweaked them, augmenting her thrill. Her resulting whimper indicated gladness.
She slammed to his sac, then ground her sticky flaps to his groin. He gasped from her hungry intake. The woman definitely needed his cock. He could feel the force of her pussy's suction.
That moist snatch came down on him, bombarding him with tingling joy. Jon held back, realizing he could easily cum. He steeled himself from the lure of orgasm long enough for that radiant brunette to peak first. Gazing at her while she sat on his cock was more than he could feasibly digest.
"Do it, baby," he said, studying the sparkle in her eyes, "cum."
Misty hammered him with pussy. Her exertions took their toll on him. He wasn't going to last another second. The babe, driven into a frenzy, stole his staying power. He kept trying to satisfy her, but those sodden lips rolling over his cock sabotaged that effort. Its fast milking action overwhelmed him.
Seizing her ass, he pummeled that soft, demanding cunt. His balls whacked her sweaty flesh. He gave her more of the same, determined to see her finish.
"Cum for me," he insisted as that soaked pussy swallowed his pulsating cock. Clenching his teeth, he fought the urge to shoot. He knew that he was going to cream. His dick speared those clutching membranes. Groaning, he divided her cunt. "Do it now."
Misty responded to his plea. She humped him until the gleam in her eye dissolved into a haze. Her nipples swelled as she bucked on his lap, seized by contractions. The breath went out of her as she settled on his balls, quivering.
"Oh, God," she sputtered, violently shaking. "Ohhhh."
Jon exploded, squirting heavily into her spasming body. He filled her pussy with hot, creamy goo. His dick twitched as his manly fluid jetted into her convulsing body. He expelled stale air from his lungs through his closed teeth. Relief flooded him.
"God," he gasped, tightly holding her.
The weakness in his groin liquefied in her snatch. Jon slammed powerfully into that resilient mound. When he pulled out, his abundant load spilled from those damp folds.
He glanced at those puffy lips that had just fucked him before surrendering to exhaustion. Huffing and puffing, he dropped into the seat.
The minx had wiped him out. His mind was fogged, his body numbed. The blinding rays forced him to shut his eyes.
He discounted the swift movement on her part. Misty acted with brutal precision. A metal object touched him and discharged a dizzying jolt of electricity. He yelled in pain, then slammed into the upholstery.
"That's for what you've done to Vanessa," Misty snarled.
Jon tried getting up, but she anticipated his retaliation. A second brush of the device sapped his strength and almost hurtled him into blackness.
"That, baby, was a taste of F.U.R.'s stun-vibrator. I'm sure you're acquainted with it."
Jon convulsively trembled while the battery-produced voltage fried his internal circuits. The bitch from the Female Undercover Ring, an organization he readily acknowledged, had rendered him powerless.
Misty held her distance, guarding against possible backfire. After pumping electricity into someone, accidental contact would injure her. "You've been under my surveillance for the past twenty-four hours. I've radioed headquarters to send reinforcements. This area will quickly be populated by my fellow agents."
Jon's heart drummed at her startling disclosure. He'd been fooled, lowering his guard and falling into her trap. The past months, he'd gone through painstaking detail to escape detection. Apparently, there had been a gap in his scheme.
He edged dangerously close to unconsciousness. That supplemental shock, plus weakness from orgasm, disadvantaged him. She certainly had struck at the correct moment. Sagging against the seat, he battled to stay awake.
Misty descended the embankment, then ran to Vanessa. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her fellow agent had vanished months ago, assumably taken by B.O.N.E. operative Jon Monroe. Although she had just had great sex with him, she despised the Brotherhood of Nefarious Enterprises for all it represented. In gaining the upper hand, F.U.R. trained its members to exploit pleasure. A man, they had been taught, was most vulnerable after cumming.
F.U.R. had thoroughly scoured the country for Vanessa Storm, yet all attempts seemed an exercise in futility. Monroe anticipated their strategy and plunged them into obscurity.
A tear threatened at her eye upon seeing the slumbering agent. Vanessa slept in the sun, oblivious to Monroe's disappearance. Misty tapped her oiled body. "You're safe, baby. I've come for you. Help has finally arrived."
Vanessa opened her emerald eyes, groggily adjusting to the naked brunette. "Huh?"
The blank look she drew puzzled Misty. Vanessa gazed at her without the slightest hint of recognition. "Don't you remember me, honey?"
The beautiful redhead shrugged.
Misty couldn't fathom the extent of Monroe's brainwashing process. Several months earlier, B.O.N.E. had created a metal disc with truth-extracting capability. When stuck on a forehead, its wearer was compelled to accurately answer any question. Prolonged use could damage one's memory beyond restoration. A battery of F.U.R.'s scientists had derived that conclusion.
The machines that manufactured those hateful devices were destroyed. Several victims, felled by the disc, continued suffering blackout periods. Perhaps Vanessa was among those with corrupted memory banks. In their high-tech labs, she would be in expert hands. Perhaps their specialists could remedy the situation.
Misty shook her head. "That's all right, baby. Just come with me. I'll take care of you."
An arm swung around her, hauling her away from Vanessa. Misty, whimpering, slammed into a wall of pure, sweaty muscle. Her bare ass flattened to hair, cock and balls. Her assailant was equally unclothed, and with immediate dread, she knew who he was.
"Not so fast," Jon growled.
Misty's hands defensively shot up and gripped the forearm secured below her chin. She tried wiggling from his grasp, but Jon successfully pinned her. He had her in a head-lock, from which she could not negotiate freedom. That man's swift recovery worried her. She'd given him enough electric current to drop a horse. In spite of the panic rising inside her, she elected not to reflect fear. It was critical not to convey that emotion. "You're finished, Monroe. My people will arrive momentarily to drag your pathetic ass away."
"I canceled your call."
Her eyes grew huge. "You what?'"
"I disguised my voice and dispatched a message that it was a false alarm."
Misty's brave front eroded. "Oh, God."
"Now you're my prisoner." Jon's grip on her tightened. She neglected to give him a third jolt, which would have absolutely knocked him out. Being a strong individual, he overcame the stun-vibrator's crippling force and had intercepted her.
Misty challenged him, to no avail. She was no match for his sheer might. Jon applied the right amount of pressure to subdue, but not hurt, her. Using raw strength, yet tempering it, he rendered her unconscious. Her struggles finally ended. She went limp in his arms, her hands dropping from his powerful forearm.
Forced into sleep, she uttered a soft a gasp and collapsed. The naked chick began sliding down his front. He pulled her up, letting her head flop to his shoulder. In adjusting his hold, he brushed her stiff nipples. Those nubs, in their excited state, reminded him of their feverish coupling.
It seemed a shame-fucking her, then having this occur. He didn't like getting tough with a chick, but she had left him no choice. She could have caused trouble if he hadn't taken charge that very second. He propped her sexy body with one hand. The young woman, out like a light, was his hostage.
Vanessa passively regarded Misty's capture. She witnessed the clash, then her defeat. Although she hadn't seen Jon overpower a woman before, she formed no opinion of it. She hadn't even questioned why both were nude, or whether they had just had sex.
Vanessa suffered amnesia after Miranda Drake, B.O.N.E.'s developer of the will-bending disc, tried erasing its negative effects. A glimmer of her F.U.R. exploits hadn't survived.
"Who is she?" Vanessa quietly asked as Jon gathered Misty up. The chick faintly whimpered, her eyes shut, her face resting against Jon's brawny chest. He carried her with complete ease, as though she weighed nothing.
Jon gazed at his tantalizing captive. "Someone who meant you harm. It doesn't matter.
We'll dispose of her later." He was wary of the havoc her notification caused. Although he had acted with haste, F.U.R. could be hot on his trail. Even if they weren't, B.O.N.E., from whom he had divorced himself, could be waiting in the wings, plotting his punishment for defection. When he kidnapped Vanessa Storm, he had hidden from his organization, too. "It's time for us to go."
Confused by the scene that had just occurred, but neglecting to reason with it, Vanessa simply nodded.